Living by my definition of Tuesday's child

4:46 PM,
Mar. 9, 2013

Written by

Lori Law

Growing up in the light of my dad's grin, I understood early on the irony of "Tuesday's child is full of grace ..." from the Mother Goose nursery rhyme. Born klutzy on a March Tuesday in 1963, a terrific birthday gift for me would have been stock in a first aid supply company.

I have seldom been without a bandage since I could crawl. That is 50 years and counting of Merthiolate tincture of iodine - that funny, coral pink stuff in a little bottle that I'm pretty sure you can't buy anymore. It's just as well because it had quite a sting to it when applied to a freshly skinned knee. Those little bottles never ...